The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1887-07-02


skeleton despair pushes them on TO-
ward the brink. The death knell has
already begun to toll. and the angels
OF God hover like birds over the plunge
of the cataract While these children
are on the brink they halt, and throw
out their hands. and cry:
"Helpi helpl'
! o Church Of Godi will you help
Men and women bought up by Tn,
blood of the SON of God, will you help
while Christ cries from the heavens:
Save them from going down; nm the
ransom.
l stopped on the street and just
looked at the face OF one OF those
little ones. Have you ever examined
the faces Of the neglected children OF
the poor. Other children have gladness
In their faces. When group of them
rush across the road IL seems as though
a spring gust had unloosened an or
chard OF apple blossoms. But these
children OF the poor. There is but
little ring in their laughter, and it
stops quick, as though some bitter
memory trippcd il. They have an old
walk. They do not skip or run up on
the lumber just for the pleasure of
leaping down. They never bathed In
the mountain stream. They never
waded In the brook for pebbles. They
never chased the butterfly across the
lawn, putting their hat right down
where II was just before. Childhood
has been dashed out OF them. Want
waved its wizard wand above the
manger of their birth, and withered
leaves are lying where God intended q
budding giant OF battle.
Some by one humane and Chris
tian visitation, and some by another,
are being rescued. In one reform
school, through which 1000 of the
little ones passed, 1895 turned out
well. In other words, only five of the
1900 turned out badly. There are
thousands Of them who, through
Christian societies, have been trans
planted TO beautiful homes all over
this land, and there are many who,
through the rich grace of our Lord
Jesus Christ. have already won the
crown.
A little girl was found In the streets
of Baltimore and taken into one of the
reform societies, and they said to her:
"What is your nameg" She said:
"My name Is Mary"
"What is your other name?" She
said; II don't know"
so they took her into the reform
society, and as they did not know her
lost name they always called her
MARY Lost" since she had been
picked up out of the street. But she
grew on, and after a while the Holy
Spirit came 20 her heart and she be-
came Christian child, and she chang
ed her name; and when anybody
asked her what her name was she
said:
at used to be Mary Lost, but now.
since have become Christian, il Is
"Mary Found.
For this vast multitude are we will
ing To go forth from this mornings
service and see what we can do, en-
ploying all the agencies have spoken
OF for this rectiiication OF the poisoned
fountainsg We live In beautiful
city. The lines have fallen to us in
pleasant places, and we have goodly
heritage; and any man who does not
like residence in Brooklyn must be n
most uncomfortable and unreasonable
man. But, my friends, the material
prosperity of city is not its chief
glory. There may be fine houses and
beautiful streets, and that all the gar
niture of a sepulcher. some of the
most prosperous cities of the world
have gone down, not one stone left
upon another. But city may be in
ruins long before "A tower has fallen,
OF a column has crumbled, or tomb
has been defaced. When In city the
churches of God are full Of cold for
malities and inanimate religion; when
the houses of commerce are the abode
of fraud and unholy traffic; when the
streets are filled with crime unarrested
and stn unenlightened and helpless
ness unpitied that city Is in the ruins,
though every church were st. Peters
and every moneyed institution were a
Bank OF England, and every library
were British Museum, and every
house had a porch like that of Rheims,
and roof like that of Amiens, and "A
tower like that OF Antwerp, and ira
ceried windows like those of Fret
burg.
My brethren, our pulses beat rapidly
the time away, and soon we shall be
gone; and what we have 10 do for the
city in which We live we must do right